Sterling Snails

These situations are all unreal figments,
stacked up like skyscrapers scraping blue pigments
Infinite times when I've forewarned my mind
not to reset this bear trap that's clamped to my spine
I don't think I've been let in on this scheme
Tied to the train tracks inside my own dreams
Calendar pages that lay in a heap, as I scale stacks of paper with questions scrawled deep
These were the last thoughts I'd forced from my mind,
leaving these bullshit reactions behind
Pitchforks and torches, a manhunt inside,
plagued with my own thoughts and they won't abide
by the strict regulations spoon fed through the phone
Suitcases unwelcomed and I'm left alone,
as they circle conveyor belts and onlookers see
Everyone checking their tags except me
It's mind over matter, what matters is mine
This summit, this peak I'm reluctant to climb
I'm blind and I'm frostbitten there as I stood
Loading the chamber to shoot my own foot
These winding streets with a sheet of slick ice
There's Cardiac wires still left to be spliced
It was escaping me restore my own health
Time to brush myself off and climb down from this shelf

Counting, reminding the things that are left
My guts dressed in yellow and working crash test
Being shot at a wall, you in the glass booth
Goggles and clipboard decipher the truths
That will become dead set, I'm set til I'm dead
Empty these bronze plaques inside my own head
Your radiance lies right between truth and fiction
I'm pacing the room still reciting with diction the
Last time I let myself become employed
Strict schedules while my own are destroyed
And still the smoke billows, a strict no-fly zone
While your private jet laps 'round my skull to get home
A pebble, a boulder, to me the Earth's core
As it's flowing with magma red faced and adorned
With the slightest damp tear ducts that duck down in stealth
Time to brush myself off and climb down from this shelf

Infinite times when I've forewarned my mind not to reset this bear trap that's clamped to my spine.